My first attempt at writing erotica. Please send CONSTRUCTIVE suggestions. ***** It has been an interesting 60 years of living. First of all, I don't remember much of my first 3 years of life and the rest was rather Ho-Hum until... I am 6'0" and at one time weighed in at 255. Now down to 161 I still see myself as at the higher number. I do not recommend...
Earlier submissions under The Transformation of Betty surveyed the main events of my wife's transformation into a sub slut. But there are events and scenarios that were erotic as stand alone vignettes and here are a few of them: Vignette 1, The Window: Unlike couples who limit sex to the bedroom, my wife and I relished playing in our living room. She loved...
Author's note: I apologize for the typo in the title of my first submission – Personal Assistance. Not a good way to start! I hope you will forgive me and enjoy the submissions, anyway, for what they're worth. Thanks – Jazz Gwen had no idea her husband was stepping out on her. That's why she felt so guilty as she let herself into the hotel room. Still, s...
Abigail and Steven: Abigail's work has been shown at major museums. Also, she is a member of the faculty at the University. She is beautiful, intelligent and sensual. She is imaginative, emotional and creative. She loves sex, especially sex with Steve. As she has expressed herself to Steve, "Sex is wonderful. But when we fuck, it is thrilling, sublime, bea...
Old River Walk. * Friday. Here again at this time of night with these same noisy, drunken fools. Why at 11pm every Friday night do I find myself sitting at this same stupid, crowded horrid little table with a the same damp beer mat covered bar jutting in to the back of my head? Three pints down and straining over the alcoholic hubbub to hear Steve telling...
Gloomier about the Christmas holiday than usual, Brian picked out toys for his niece and nephew and then checked them off the 'Santa's list' that his sister kindly provided. 'Thirty years old and I'm out buying presents for other people's kids instead of my own. What's my problem?' All he ever wanted was a family like the one he grew up in -- a couple of...
1: The plane landed about the same time the sun set behind the horizon. Looking out my little window, I could see the skyline looming off in the distance. I knew you wouldn’t be waiting for me in the terminal. Although I did mention what hotel I was staying at. I actually saw the Marriott from my window while on approach. All I could think about was reall...
Hello, 'Claire' here with another autobiographical memoir, a quick but quite unromantic journey into the behavior of a young, borderline sociopath. Harmless deeds, or so I thought, soon got out of control, and were allowed, no - encouraged - to escalate. Of course the names of the participants have been changed. Prologue Ignition off...parking brake on......
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story. * Oh, man! I had my doubts about this new job. I had never done anything like it and didn't know if I could do it when it cam...
This story was inspired by a reader (female) who told me that she has long had a secret fantasy which involves her meeting a potential lover whilst travelling by train. The idea immediately appealed to me - and as I was for some reason also immediately reminded of the book written by Erica de Jong ('Fear of Flying') in which she coined the concept of what s...